Let Me Show You

May 25, 2011
By whittsnacks BRONZE, Pocatello, Idaho
whittsnacks BRONZE, Pocatello, Idaho
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Let me show you my thoughts.
Where my eyes look,
And where my hands are coming from.

Where I knead my legs
With my tips and knuckles
In front of a face
And audience of tire.

Keep your head close.
And your palms inside.
It's warm if you think of it.
It's warm if you sleep.

Let's dive.
Let's blink in unison.
Or carve our souls
Into bricks in a line.
Go.
Go there.


The author's comments:
This is about my desire to build relationships with family members.

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